The witch whose name was Gigi began working gently on Ruby's hair. She brushed through the strands with patient hands, her touch warm and comforting, like an old friend taking care of something delicate.
Ruby sat back and finally let herself relax, sinking into the soft cushion of the chair. The hum of quiet conversation outside the shop, the faint clink of scissors and combs, and the distant chirping of birds created a peaceful rhythm. For the first time in days, her shoulders dropped, and the tension left her body little by little.
Gigi sectioned her hair and began trimming, careful with every cut. She wasn't in a rush. "You've got strong hair," Gigi said softly, smiling as she moved around her. "Even though it looks like it's been through a lot, it's still holding on."
Ruby closed her eyes and let out a quiet breath. "It's been a long week…"
"I can tell," Gigi said kindly, her fingers still moving gently.
